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I am free. written @ 1:33 p.m. on August 26, 2003 Here I am. I woke up this morning. Watched a movie. Scott woke up. Listened to ramblings. Started cleaning. Took the puppy outside. Ate some cereal. Milk dribbled out of my Labret peircing. I have found my calling. There is nothing in my life that will make me as happy as my art. Art is my life. It is my calling. It is what is inside of me... what drives me. I am poor. I have love. I have hate. I have dreams. I have wishes.... I have my art. I wish you all could see things through my eyes. I see my life as art. My life IS art. I see everyday as art. Everything is a tradgedy. Everything is beautiful. Like sex. It drives you to the end. I am driven. I am free.
"As fire lights the wood it consumes, so the soul illuminates the body with consciousness."
- Srimad Bhagavatam
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